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I am a woman of little means
I free myself by dancing like a beachy lion in the breeze
My friends are tables for me to dream on
my friends are the leaves, the wind, and bizarre energies of new-found-glances on public transit

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pinched arms and squashed vision
gut rumbling tsunami cravings

And the feelings, though carefully measured and contained
Are endless in their prisons

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the roots all lead back to the original illusion
we drink it together like holy water

Please save me from this lonely life
where nothing makes sense
and everyone's an enemy

sometimes I love everyone so much I want to rip my eyes out and give them away..

Take my life, unbearably delicious
Can't keep chewing it 

Can't let it dry up

Let's bomb it, shall we?

I can't let it die 

but I am dying.